"Look out how you snap "er too sudden!" he would exclaim if the little fingers moved too freely. "Look out, I say! Dis ain"t none o" yo"
pick-me-up-hit-an"-miss banjos, she ain"t! An" you mus" learn ter treat "er wid rispec", caze, when yo" ole gran"dad dies, she gwine be yo"
banjo, an" stan" in his place ter yer!"
And then little Tim, confronted with the awful prospect of death and inheritance, would take a long breath, and, blinking his eyes, drop his hands at his side, saying, "You play "er gran"dad."
But having once started to speak, the old man was seldom brief, and so he would continue: "It"s true dis ole banjo she"s livin" in a po" n.i.g.g.e.r cabin wid a ole black marster an" a new one comin" on blacker yit. (You taken dat arter yo" gran"mammy, honey. She warn"t dis heah muddy-brown color like I is. She was a heap purtier and clairer black.) Well, I say, if dis ole banjo _is_ livin" wid po" ignunt black folks, I wants you ter know she was _born white_.
"Don"t look at me so cuyus, honey. I know what I say. I say she was _born white._ Dat is, she _de_scended ter me _f"om_ white folks. My marster bought "er ter learn on when we was boys together. An" he took _book lessons_ on "er too, an" dat"s how come I say she ain"t none o"
yo" common pick-up-my-strings-any-which-er-way banjos. She"s been played by note music in her day, she is, an" she can answer a book note des as true as any _pi_anner a pusson ever listened at--ef anybody know how ter tackle "er. Of co"se, ef you des tackle "er p"omiskyus she ain"t gwine bother "erse"f ter play "cordin" ter rule; but--
"Why, boy, dis heah banjo she"s done serenaded all de a"stocercy on dis river "twix" here an" de English Turn in her day. Yas, she is. An" all dat expeunce is in "er breast now; she "ain"t forgot it, an" ef air pusson dat know all dem ole book chunes was ter take "er up an" call fur "em, she"d give "em eve"y one des as true as ever yit.
"An" yer know, baby, I"m a-tellin" you all dis," he would say, in closing--"I"m a-tellin" you all dis caze arter while, when I die, she gwine be _yo"_ banjo, "n" I wants you ter know all "er ins an" outs."
And as he stopped, the little boy would ask, timidly, "Please, sir, gran"dad, lemme tote "er an" hang "er up. I"ll step keerful." And taking each step with the utmost precision, and holding the long banjo aloft in his arms as if it were made of egg-sh.e.l.ls, little Tim would climb the stool and hang the precious thing in its place against the cabin wall.
Such a conversation had occurred to-day, and as the lad had taken the banjo from him the old man had added:
"I wouldn"t be s"prised, baby, ef "fo" another year pa.s.ses dat"ll be _yo" banjo_, caze I feels mighty weak an" painful some days."
This was in the early evening, several hours before the scene with which this little story opens. As night came on and the old man sat in the doorway, he did not notice that little Tim, in stretching himself upon the floor, as was his habit, came nearer than usual--so near, indeed, that, extending his little foot, he rested it against his grandfather"s body, too lightly to be felt, and yet sensibly enough to satisfy his own affectionate impulse. And so he was lying when the moon rose and covered the old banjo with its light. He felt very serious as he gazed upon it, standing out so distinctly in the dark room. Some day it would be his; but the dear old grandfather would not be there, his chair would be always empty. There would be n.o.body in the little cabin but just little Tim and the banjo. He was too young to think of other changes. The ownership of the coveted treasure promised only death and utter loneliness. But presently the light pa.s.sed off the wall on to the floor.
It was creeping over to where little Tim lay, but he did not know it, and after blinking awhile at long intervals, and moving his foot occasionally to rea.s.sure himself of his grandfather"s presence, he fell suddenly sound asleep.
While these painful thoughts were filling little Tim"s mind the old man had studied the bright panel on the wall with equal interest--and pain.
By the very nature of things he could not leave the banjo to the boy and witness his pleasure in the possession.
"She"s de onlies" thing I got ter leave "im, but I does wush"t I could see him git "er an" be at his little elbow ter show "im all "er ways,"
he said, half audibly. "Dis heah way o" leavin" things ter folks when you die, it sounds awful high an" mighty, but look ter me like hit"s po"
satisfaction some ways. Po" little Tim! Now what he gwine do anyhow when I draps off?--nothin" but step-folks ter take keer of "im--step-mammy an" step-daddy an" "bout a dozen step brothers an" sisters, an" not even me heah ter show "im how ter conduc" "is banjo. De ve"y time he need me de mos" ter show "im her ins an" outs I won"t be nowhars about, an"
yit--"
As the old man"s thoughts reached this point a sudden flare of light across the campus showed that the first bonfire was lighted.
There was to be a big dance to-night in the open s.p.a.ce in front of the sugar-house, and the lighting of the bonfires surrounding the spot was the announcement that it was time for everybody to come. It was Uncle Tim"s signal to take down the banjo and tune up, for there was no more important instrument in the plantation string-band than this same old banjo.
As he turned backward to wake little Tim he hesitated a moment, looking lovingly upon the little sleeping figure, which the moon now covered with a white rectangle of light. As his eyes rested upon the boy"s face something, a confused memory of his last waking anxiety perhaps, brought a slight quiver to his lips, as if he might cry in his sleep, while he muttered the word "gran"dad."
Old Uncle Tim had been trying to get himself to the point of doing something which it was somehow hard to do, but this tremulous lisping of his own name settled the question.
Hobbling to his feet, he wended his way as noiselessly as possible to where the banjo hung, and, carrying it to the sleeping boy, laid it gently, with trembling fingers, upon his arm.
Then, first silently regarding him a moment, he called out, "Weck up, Tim, my man! Weck up!"
As he spoke, a loud and continuous explosion of fire-crackers--the opening of active festivities in the campus--startled the boy quite out of his nap.
He was frightened and dazed for a minute, and then, seeing the banjo beside him and his grandfather"s face so near, he exclaimed: "What"s all dis, gran"dad? Whar me?"
The old man"s voice was pretty husky as he answered: "You right heah wid me, boy, an" dat banjo, hit"s yo" Christmas gif", honey."
Little Tim cast an agonized look upon the old man"s face, and threw himself into his arms. "Is you gwine die now, gran"dad?" he sobbed, burying his face upon his bosom.
Old Tim could not find voice at once, but presently he chuckled, nervously: "Humh! humh! No, boy, I ain"t gwine die yit--not till my time comes, please Gord. But dis heah"s Christmas, honey, an" I thought I"d gi"e you de ole banjo whiles I was living so"s I could--so"s you could--so"s we could have pleasure out"n "er bofe together, yer know, honey. Dat is, f"om dis time on she"s _yo" banjo_, an" when I wants ter play on "er, you _can loan "er ter me_."
"An"--an" you--you _sho"_ you ain"t gwine die, gran"dad?"
"I ain"t sho" o" nothin", honey, but I "ain"t got no _notion_ o"
dyin"--not to-night. We gwine ter de dance now, you an" me, an" I gwine play de banjo--_dat is ef you"ll loan "er ter me, baby_."
Tim wanted to laugh, and it seemed sheer contrariness for him to cry, but somehow the tears would come, and the lump in his throat, and try hard as he might, he couldn"t get his head higher than his grandfather"s coat-sleeve or his arms from around his waist. He hardly knew why he still wept, and yet when presently he sobbed, "But, gran"dad, I"m "feered you _mought_ die," the old man understood.
Certainly, even if he were not going to die now, giving away the old banjo seemed like a preparation for death. Was it not, in fact, a formal confession that he was nearing the end of his days? Had not this very feeling made it hard for him to part with it? The boy"s grief at the thought touched him deeply, and lifting the little fellow upon his knee, he said, fondly:
"_Don"t_ fret, honey. _Don"t_ let Christmas find yon cryin". I tell you what I say let"s do. I ain"t gwine gi"e you de banjo, not yit, caze, des as you say, I _mought_ die; but I tell you what I gwine do. I gwine take you in pardners in it wid me. She ain"t _mine_ an" she ain"t _yoze_, and yit she"s _bofe of us"s_. You see, boy? _She"s ourn!_ An" when I wants ter play on "er _I"ll play_, an" when you wants "er, why, you teck "er--on"y be a _leetle_ bit keerful at fust, honey."
"An" kin I ca"y "er behine de cabin, whar you can"t see how I"m a-holdin" "er, an" play anyway I choose?"
Old Tim winced a little at this, but he had not given grudgingly.
"Cert"n"y," he answered. "Why not? Git up an" play "er in de middle o"
de night ef you want ter, on"y, of co"se, be keerful how you reach "er down, so"s you won"t jolt "er too sudden. An" now, boy, hand "er heah an" lemme talk to yer a little bit."
When little Tim lifted the banjo from the floor his face fairly beamed with joy, although in the darkness no one saw it, for the shaft of light had pa.s.sed beyond him now. Handing the banjo to his grandfather, he slipped naturally back of it into his accustomed place in his arms.
"Dis heah"s a fus"-cla.s.s thing ter work off bad tempers wid," the old man began, tightening the strings as he spoke. "Now ef one o" deze mule tempers ever take a-holt of yer in de foot, dat foot "ll be mighty ap"
ter do some kickin"; an" ef it seizes a-holt o" yo" han", dat little fis" "ll be purty sho ter strike out an" do some damage; an" ef it jump onter yo" tongue, hit "ll mighty soon twis" it into sayin" bad language.
But ef you"ll teck hol" o" dis ole banjo des as quick as you feel de badness rise up in you, _an" play_, you"ll scare de evil temper away so bad it _daresn"t come back_. Ef it done settled _too strong_ in yo"
tongue, run it off wid a song; an" ef yo" feet"s git a kickin" spell on "em, _dance it off_; an" ef you feel it in yo" han", des run fur de banjo an" play de sweetes" chune you know, an" fus" thing you know all yo" madness "ll be gone.
"She "ain"t got no mouf, but she can talk ter you, all de same; an" she "ain"t got no head, but she can reason wid you. An" while ter look at "er she"s purty nigh all belly, she don"t eat a crumb. Dey ain"t a greedy bone in "er.
"An" I wants you ter ricollec" dat I done guv "er to you--dat is, _yo"
sheer_ [share] _in "er_, caze she"s _mine_ too, you know. I done guv you a even sheer in "er, des _caze you an" me is gran"daddy an" gran"son_.
"Dis heah way o" dyin" an" _leavin"_ prop"ty, hit mought suit white folks, but it don"t become our complexioms, some way; an" de mo" I thought about havin" to die ter give de onlies" gran"son I got de onlies" _prop"ty_ I got, de _miser"bler I got_, tell I couldn"t stan" it no mo"."
Little Tim"s throat choked up again, and he rolled his eyes around and swallowed twice before he answered: "An" I--I was miser"ble too, gran"dad. I used ter des look at "er hangin" "g"inst de wall, an" think about me maybe playin" "er, an" you--you not--not nowhar in sight--an"--an" some days seem like _I--I des hated "er_."
"Yas, baby, I know. But now you won"t hate "er no mo", boy; an" ef you die fus"--some time, you know, baby, little boys _does die_--an" ef you go fus", I"ll teck good keer o" yo" sheer in "er; an" ef I go, you mus"
look out fur my sheer. An" long as we bofe live--well, I"ll look out fur "er voice--keep "er th"oat strings in order; an" you see dat she don"t git ketched out in bad comp"ny, or in de rain, an" take cold.
"Come on now. Wash yo" little face, and let"s go ter de dance. Gee-man!
Lis"n at de fire-crackers callin" us. Come on. Dat"s right. Pack "er on yo" shoulder like a man."
And so the two Tims start off to the Christmas festival, young Tim bearing his precious burden proudly ahead, while the old man follows slowly behind, chuckling softly.
"Des think how much time I done los", not takin" "im in pardners befo", an" he de onlies" gran"son I got!"
While little Tim, walking cautiously so as not to trip in the uneven path, turns presently and calls back: